Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Nico,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.